You guys? I’m tired.
It should be stated that I am the worst kind of sleeper- a light sleeper who snores. I’m a total asshole. I complain about other people snoring because it keeps me up and yet, I myself snore. I wear ear plugs every night because noise from the street or the cats or my neighbor upstairs wakes me up and I have The Hardest Time falling back to sleep.
It’s going on a week now that Mr. Darcy has had a cold. A cold that moved from head congestion to chest congestion. Congestion has made his regular snoring worse and subsequently, I have slept like shit for days on end.
I am not blaming him even though it sounds like it. He can’t help being sick. But last night I slept on the couch because his snoring was incessant and I could not fall asleep to its soundtrack. The couch, while comfy, is not a bed and today my back is in knots. I’m pretty sure I left my sunny disposition between the cushions.
Excuse me while I go stare off into space like a zombie and try to keep my mouth shut so I don’t say something mean out of sheer exhaustion. Not sleeping well brings out the bitch in me.